and then it gets grating

wanna one as prom dates

lai guanlin

  • i imagine guanlin to go all out for prom
  • definitely would rent a limo to pick you up in
  • he’d be leaning against the door as he waits for you to come out
  • when he sees your front door opening, he kinda just like looks to the side, with his hands in his pocket 
  • u know, tryna model for you
  • but another reason he’s looking away is because he’s trying not to laugh at himself
  • then he’d finally side glance at ya
  • and he’d smile and say “you look beautiful”
  • in the limo, of course there’s strobe lights, a mini disco ball, and an abundance of cookies to choose from
  • at prom, YOU KNOW this boy would be up and down the dance floor
  • so he might forget you at times
  • but only because he’s caught up in dance battles
  • when a slow song comes on, you and him would be the only ones gettin fkin h y p e d

lee daehwi

  • daehwi is all about the perfect memories
  • plans a pre-prom photoshoot at the beach
  • which lasts like 5 hours
  • but worth it because you ended up having like 53987 photos
  • the corsage he gave you is just STUNNING
  • each part of it symbolizes something in your relationship
  • he actually hands you a beautifully decorated note with what each part means
  • he would never take his eyes off you all night
  • definitely cherishes the slow dances
  • would constantly ask if you’re thirsty/hungry/having fun
  • is proud to have you on his arm so he can show you off to everyone else
  • literally is talking to everyone he can just so others can compliment you
  • and he’d pretend to be all non-chalant but actually
  • hes the happIEST KID EVER

bae jinyoung

  • part of the shy baby club
  • overplans everything
  • like down to the very secOND
  • when plans go awry, he gets SO flustered
  • like he wanted to go the fanciest restaurant in town beforehand
  • however,, the reservation he made somehow wasn’t put into the system correctly so there were no more available tables at that time
  • to make it to prom on time, the closest eating establishment was a small diner
  • he apologizes countlessly but you two end up having so much fun there that you end up being late for prom
  • so late, its practically almost afterprom
  • he apologizes agaiN
  • but you two end up having more fun doing afterprom activities anyways
  • i mean you two end up playing minigolf until 2am

park woojin

  • hello president of shy baby club
  • is so nervous about everything
  • in pre-prom pics you can see the terror in his eyes
  • his hands had been shaking the whole time he held yours
  • is constantly wiping the sweat accumulating in his palms onto his pants
  • also can’t get the corsage to stay pinned
  • so he just ties a strand of your hair onto it to hold it
  • at prom, he loosens up more
  • only because he’s dance battling against guan
  • and suddenly he’s gaining so much more confidence
  • in the middle of a battle, he pulls you in
  • and twirls you around
  • although he began to get more confidence, he was tired of the hustle n bustle of other people so
  • at the end of the night, you two skip afterprom to stay home and have a movie marathon together

park jihoon

  • final member of the shy baby club
  • constantly scratching the back of his head out of nervousness because he’s afraid of making your prom experience anything less than amazing
  • but he’s also gelled his hair to the extreme so he has spikes of hair sticking out the back of his head before prom has actually even started
  • nonetheless, you two have the perfect pictures
  • jihoon would wanna join dance battling with woojin and guanlin
  • but he cant bear to leave your side 
  • so he prompts you to dance with him even if you dont want to
  • ends up making you want to dance more than he does
  • cant wipe the smile from his face for the ENTiRE night
  • keeps reminding you of how much he enjoys prom with you and will constantly thank you because he feels you could always do better and is grateful you’re there with him

kang daniel

  • he’d be waiting for you to be done getting ready
  • so he’s like talking to your parents about how grateful he is for you and wont shut up about you at all
  • once you come down, he’s like 
    • HOLY SHITSIES
    • YOU’RE HOT AS FUCC
    • GAW DAMN
  • totally oblivious to how your parents react because he’s literally hopping to you 
  • he grabs you and spins you around several times
  • he’s dizzy as fuck when he’s driving you to prom and is so happy he can’t stop saying everything that comes to mind
  • so you know, a cop pulls him over for driving all wonky 
  • after the cop deems daniel to not be drunk or anything
  • the cop drives you and daniel to prom because daniel is too happy to even think straight, let alone drive
  • daniel isn’t the master of cliches but this makes prom even more memorable for you

kim jaehwan

  • has the worst luck of the bunch
  • but that just makes prom better
  • “i’m sorry i had to take you in my moms minivan, my car just lost a tire this morning like dude wtf”
  • also forgot to make dinner reservations like you asked
  • “mcdonalds it is bb!”
  • he would drop the nuggets and fries all over the cars seats
  • “i think its still edible”
  • at prom, he’s that toe-tapper-and-head-bobber
  • but doesn’t actually dance
  • but when you convince him
  • he basically turns into your uncle jerry when he’s had 2 jello shots & is at an 80s themed disco party

ong seongwoo

  • loves eyes on him and you
  • so he insists on wearing matching gold sequined dress and suit
  • “we’re gonna shine brighter than that dinky discoball in the gym just u watch bby”
  • and he was right
  • when he stands in front of one of the spotlights
  • he blinds everyone that looks his way
  • dances as silly as he possible can because he loves to see you laughing 
  • during afterprom, he insists only you two do the activities together because now he only craves your eyes on him
  • tries to impress you in every activity
  • but actually kinda fails at everything
  • which u enjoy anyways 

hwang minhyun

  • one of the kindest, sweetest, cheesiest prom dates ever
  • he is graceful in everything and hides his nerves well
  • definitely takes the lead in prom activities
  • like
  • he would be doing his booty dance on the dance floor to lure you out
  • grabs you food and drinks before you even can ask
  • is a god at every afterprom activity
  • BASICALLY
  • THE MOST
  • PERFECT
  • DATE EVER
  • to help minhyun save face as being a graceful god, i’ll just leave out the fact that minhyun only did his booty dance all night, even when he was thrown into a dance battle with woojin and guanlin. :)

ha sungwoon

  • ok but like the. most. perfect. prom. date. ever.
  • super sweet and genuine
  • really isnt nervous at all
  • just is overflowing with confidence because he doesn’t want to overthink anything
  • you’re just super impressed by how sungwoon is super laidback so you don’t feel nervous either
  • .. ok so u know how i said he’s the most perfect date ever?
  • well, you know thiS BOI WOULD BE that one person screaming the lyrics to every song that plays
  • would also remember the dance moves to every song
  • to him, its a performance
  • and. he. kills. it.
  • you and him dance to gg songs flawlessly together and are stared in awe by the other people at prom

yoon jisung

  • only the sweetest prom date you could ever ask for
  • would tear up the moment he saw you in your prom dress
  • he made dinner for you because he wanted it to be more intimate before going to prom
  • also doesn’t really try to dance seriously
  • only dances goofily to try to make you smile and laugh at him
  • would hold your heels when you dance with your friends
  • or like if your feet were hurting at all
  • and when you come back, he’s grabbed all the deserts from the snack table and has them all waiting for you
  • keeps mental notes of how you’re doing
  • so when he sees you’re getting tired
  • he gives you a piggyback ride back to the car
  • once at home he’d massage your sore feet and shoulders to help you fall asleep
Sakamaki Ayato Dark 10

* Translation of: Dark Fate - Sakamaki Ayato - Dark 10
* You can click on the (x), if not then it’s not translated yet.
* Putting it on a read more, because it’s long.
* A big thank you to Lilo, who helped when I couldn’t finish it.
* Enjoy! 

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thank you!! ( sappy warning)

thank you to all you lovely people who wished me a happy birthday!! I was actually not looking forward to this one because now I feel old but all the kind words for you made me so happy!! I honestly feel so grateful to get to see all of you on my dash and interact with you guys it has helped me more than I can explain. The past two years have been rough for me so this blog was a getaway for me and I am so happy I made it and got all of you!! Recently things have started to look up for me irl so there’s that lol. Anyway, I love you all and you are all wonderful!!

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Thank you Troian and Keegan for seven amazing years of Spoby. All the smiles, tears, angst, sexiness, happiness and heartbreak. We couldn’t ask for anyone better to portray these characters. You both are so incredibly talented and your connection on and off screen is what makes Spoby so enjoyable. Spoby will be missed and they will always be each other’s safe place to land. Thank you.

your daily reminder from an autistic that hearing the word r*tard feels like a slap in the face.

It’s a slur. Don’t drop it as an insult in a casual conversation unless you want to take me and any other autistic/neurodivergent people listening straight to frown town

just as a reminder that lucie, jen, cara, chloé, anjali & carolina all support wlw ships with their own characters & support the possibility of their characters being wlw and they don’t shame us as a fandom for wanting that, and instead they encourage it

 ok but that scene that leads to dizzee kissing thor is one of the great moments in television in 2016… like the way the scene immediately focuses on the concept of freedom and safe spaces where “free people run free”… and dizzee already being impressed and looking like he just figured out something about himself…. and then thor says ‘my turn’ and the music playing in the background changes and it’s enticing and it speaks of attraction… the “it’s okay, go on, kiss him” and dizzee looks surprised but also happy and then the song slows down and they start moving towards each other and dizzee looks completely mesmerized like he’s having an epiphany and you see thor smiling at him and then they ‘kiss’ and as they pull apart the song ‘set me free’ starts playing and the lyrics go “come set me free, you got the keys, come rescue me”, the beat picks up and we see dizzee dancing carefree and smiling… it’s so freaking beautiful and poetic!!

Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

Guilty Kiss

( The reader teases Peter a little too much, and things get out of hand. )

A/N: My love for Peter Parker ( and Tom Holland ) knows no bounds. And I’m still sobbing over Tom Holland. TBH if I had a boyfriend like Peter, I would tease him every moment I get. Except that I’m usually the flustered shy one. Requests are open, BTW, so send them in!  

Taglist: @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter | @tomsleftbrow | @tryn25 


“Where is my evac, Clint?” Your voice is tinged with irritation as you switch on your comm-link. Breathe, (Y/n). Don’t yell. “Clint? Please tell me that you aren’t sleeping on the job.”

Your heels click against the tiled floor of a long, narrow passage. You’ve disabled the two guards stationed at the entrance of the archives before they could raise the alarm but there’s no telling how long it would take before someone competent realizes what’s going on.

“I’m here, I’m here. Sheesh, can’t a guy step out to get a cup of coffee for one second –”

Somewhere in the distance, an alarm erupts, screeching through the airways. Dang it. The patrol must have found the bodies.

“Not when I’m in blind in a Hydra facility. So help me, Clint –”

“Alright, alright, no need to get huffy with me. Besides, Spidey’s got your back.”

A smile flits across your face at the mention of Peter. The awkward, adorable boy is easy to be with, and is even easier to love, and you like him. A lot. You’re sure that Clint can hear the smile in your voice when you say, “He’s securing the perimeter. So no.”

“I’m in Wing C. I think.” Ripping the emergency map off the wall, you consider the corridors and say, “Yeah, definitely Wing C. Files are with me.”

“Nice job, kid. Get to the roof, and I’ll pick the two of you up from there.”

The affectionate nickname sends a wave of warmth crashing over you, and your smile widens. “Sure. See you in ten.”

“Peter, you there?” Turning off your comm-link, you pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number by heart. You hope he’ll pick up. “It’s me.”

He does. Peter’s voice sounds as though he’s holding his phone at arm’s length. He’s put you on speaker too; you can hear muffled screams and thumps on Peter’s end, but none of them sound like him. In fact, it sounds as though he’s having fun.

“Spider 1 to Agent 1. Copy. Over.”

You make a mental note to never, ever let Peter watch anymore James Bond movies. His “spy lingo” is downright atrocious.

And for the millionth time since the two of you had started dating, you start to laugh. “You have seriously been watching too many spy movies. Is the perimeter secure?”

“Hey, you watched them all with me! Over.”

He’s avoiding the question, you realize, and your smile falters the tiniest bit. “Peter?”

“Um.” His voice is sheepish as it floats over the speakers. “Um, yeah, it’s secure. More or less. Over.”

“What’s less?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and bracing for bad news.

“Less as in one of the guards may have called for backup before I could stop him. So prepare for incoming. Over.”

“Thanks, Spider 1,” You drawl out sarcastically, your voice rising above a symphony of rapidly approaching footsteps. As yet unnoticed, you duck behind a now abandoned security desk, keeping your voice hushed. “Now could you please get over to Wing C? Our ride’s waiting.”

“Copy that. Spider 1, out. Over.”

There’s a loud commotion. A group of men whisk past you. Six go down the hall you’d come from, and one mutters, “We aren’t paid enough for this.” Some enter the elevators. They’re all dressed haphazardly, as if they’ve been roused from sleep and had had to hurry. There must be a facility close by. Like army barracks, maybe. You’d have to be careful to avoid it.

You gaze longingly at the doors to the stairwell leading to the roof.

Two men stay behind and assume their positions, forcing you to inch your way around the desk to continue to hide your presence. You sit for a moment, trying to decide on your next move.

There’s only one thing to do, really.

Crawling to the end of the desk, you peek out around the edge, noting the exact positions of the guards. Yanking your ICER ( ‘Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Raygun’ ) out of your thigh sheath, you cock your weapon and fire. Sticky pellets containing 50,000 volts find their way into bare skin. Their bodies perform involuntary twitching dances; they’re unconscious by the time they hit the ground.

Your heels click as you stride forwards, picking your way over motionless arms and legs. The door to the stairwell flies open, a black-clad figure appears in the doorway. Oh, well. Too late to hide now. Shrugging, you walk closer, but no one else comes to stop you. Fixing a pleasant smile onto cherry red lips, you ready your ICER.

“Hey, baby,” The mook leers, eyes lingering far too long on your chest and legs for your liking. “Did you come here to play?”

Gross. Your smile slips. You’ve just taken out two of his underlings, and that’s the best he can come up with? Forget the ICER; you’re going to enjoy beating this guy up. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you tuck your ICER back into your thigh sheath and shift into a defensive position.

“That’s funny, babe. Where did you learn that? On TV?”

Okay. One response. A stinging anticipation winds through you as you stalk forwards. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

When he makes his next move – a punch that practically oozes contempt and confidence – you’re ready. You duck, avoiding impact, and he swipes air. You deliver a vicious kick, buckling his knees. As he goes down with a yelp of pain, you elbow him in the back of the head. Yeah. Forget honour. You’ll go with dirty.

He attempts to rise. You waste no time in leaping onto him, planting yourself on his neck and pinning his shoulders to the floor. As far as most deaths go, this one isn’t all together unpleasant; at least this creep is being suffocated by the thighs of a girl, which is more than he deserves.

“My name is not babe. I’m (F/n) (L/n), and I am this close to crushing your misogynistic skull with my thighs.”

His face is turning a funny shade of puce. You let him suffer for a few more seconds before you pull out your ICER and stun him.

“Holy shit.”

Peter’s soft, awe-filled whisper catches you completely off guard. From your place atop of the Hydra mook, his face still crushed between your thighs, you offer Peter a wicked grin, which makes his heart stutter in his chest. He gulps audibly, a gesture which does not go unnoticed by you.

Relax, Peter,” You purr, looking up at him from under thickly dusted lashes. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see you crush him with your thighs,” Peter manages, his gaze ping-ponging from the mook unconscious on the floor to your unconventional seat, your face radiant and flushed and pretty. “I don’t know why I rushed over.”

“Because you love me?” Batting your eyelashes, you smile a sweet, sweet smile, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. “And your life would have a noted lack of (Y/n) if I wasn’t around?”

Much to your surprise, Peter actually nods. You can’t see his face under his mask, but you know Peter’s smiling over the blush that paints his cheeks. Huffing out a laugh, you release the male from your clutches, straightening your skirt and thigh highs. Unlike Agent Romanoff, who prefers skin-tight spandex during combat, you’re particularly fond of skirts, which allow for ease of movement.

That, and it’s easier to take down people when they’re busy ogling your bare legs.

Peter’s trying not to stare. The operative word being ‘trying’. He’s manfully covered the eye-holes of his mask, but his fingers are splayed too widely for them to truly be effective at blocking your figure out.

You keep a neutral, pleasant smile on your lips as you stand, the one that Peter hates because he can’t tell what you’re hiding. An idea is forming in your head, the gears in your mind turning. You feel a bit mean for what you’re about to do, but the desire to see Peter squirm wins out.

Slowly, deliberately, you hitch your skirt up so that it settles high up on your hips, revealing the wide gap of skin between your stockings and your skirt. Your tongue darts out to swipe across glossy lips as you walk over to Peter, swaying your hips strictly more than necessary.

You’re rewarded with a strangled squeak. He’s given up his charade of “a little peeking”, and is unabashedly staring at every shimmy and shake of your hips. You’re sure Peter knows exactly what you’re playing at, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell you to stop, it seems.

Peter’s stammered protests are swallowed up when you push up his mask to press a kiss to his lips. It starts slow at first, but soon speeds up into something wild. His hands settle on your hips while yours try to tug his shirt off – only to remember that he’s in spandex, not cotton. You groan in frustration, Peter hastily untangles himself from you and hastily backs away.

(Y/n)!” Peter sounds scandalized as he tries to protest again, his voice dazed and accusatory all at the same time – although he doesn’t sound all that mad that you’d technically seduced him into an impromptu make-out session in a Hydra base. “We’re still – We can’t!”

“I know, I know,” You say on a laugh, giving him a last, quick peck on the mouth before Peter tugs his mask back into place, hiding cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

Dropping your voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll take care of your, ah, problem later at home, okay?”

You dance off down the hallway with a laugh, your skirt still hitched up high, swishing around your thighs as you go. Peter groans from behind you, and you wave cheerily at him over your shoulder.

You can’t wait to get back home.